~~~11th March 2015~~~

"Brrring briiing! Brrring briiing!"

I reach to turn off my alarm but nothing happens.

"Brrring briiing! Brrring briiing!"

Groaning loudly, I prop myself up with my good arm and rub my eyes. There is something flashing in the corner of the room. Stupid phone. I throw off the covers angrily and march over. Someone's calling me.

"Hello?!" I hiss down the line, my hair knotted into clumps. A shower is badly needed on my half. I look like freaking Tarzan for God's sake!

"Sorry Sam, I just thought I'd ring to say that I'd like to go to the Mediterranean with you." I'm such an idiot- why didn't I check who was calling before I snapped at them?! Coughing away my groggy morning voice, I compose myself.

"I should be the sorry one- I was rude." His chuckles are faint and I frown, forgetting that he can't see me.

"We are just too British, too British for our own good. Guess the stereotype about constantly apologising is correct!"

I giggle at him, a snort escaping my lips. He stops laughing. I'm glad he can't see me- my cheeks are bright red from sheer embarrassment. "What. Was. That?"

Tears brim in my eyes, I know it sounds stupid but I'm really upset. Out of all the people I could've accidentally impersonated a pig in front of, it had to be Tom. "Please, just don't say anything. God I hate myself right now."

"That was you? Well, if it helps, I rather liked it. You sounded almost as cute as you look-"

Silence. Not a single word for a good twenty seconds. My throat goes dry but I want to ask so much! Eventually my voice breaks through.

"Tom, what did-"

"Nothing. Bye." He hangs up, leaving me clinging to the phone. What just happened? He said, he said, he said I was cute? I must've misheard him. I must have.

"SAM?! IS THAT YOU MAKING ALL THAT NOISE?" Amy shouts from across the flat, louder than everything I said combined. I hear Niamh stirring in my bed and silently sneak out the room. Noticing that it's five am, I start to make myself breakfast.

Does he really think I'm cute? Really? I rely on so much makeup everyday that I sometimes forget myself what I look like underneath. He doesn't think I'm cute- he thinks the layer coating my face is cute. That's the only rational explanation.

"Hey Sam, you're awake." I nod, taking out my burnt bread from the toaster. It's obvious that I'm not much of a cook. "How was Helena yesterday?"

I forgot about her. With having to constantly juggle everyone in my life, I sometimes drop a few people along the way. It's a pain- especially when it comes back to bite you in the ass.

"Awesome. I sassed her before she even knew what was coming." Amy high fives me, stealing a bite of my toast as she glides past. With a cheeky smirk, she leaves me alone in the kitchen so she can wake up Niamh.

Didn't Tom say to me once that he always slept in late? When I was asking him to drive me to hospital, he scolded me for waking him up at half one in the afternoon. Then why did he call me at 5am? I guess he must just have an early meeting or something. But still, strange.